Page 67 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

“Mikhail confirmed Elio trades diamonds and smuggles them out of the country.” I rip off my shirt and toss it to the floor. “I think he’s in a diamond mine. But there are few of them in the country and it will take some time to find out which one he’s hiding in.”

“So, I wasn’t wrong.” She rises from the bed and my gaze floats to her body. She’s wearing a white, lace night gown that exposes her breasts. Her dark-pink nipples are poking against the fabric, provoking my thoughts.

Damn.

Heat shoots straight down my spine and blood fills my cock. I want to take her here and now, but I need a shower.

She grins at me—it’s wicked and lusty. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I shrug. “No reason in particular.”

Her eyes dart between my legs. “Then, what’s this?” Stalking me like a cat, her tongue swipes over her lip, wetting it. “You’re hard because you want me.”

I don’t get a chance to answer when she slowly crawls her way to my erection. “I’ve missed you.”

Shit. That voice—the hungry look in her eyes, it’s driving me insane. Placing a finger under her chin, I tilt her face and bring my lips to hers. But I don’t kiss her. I want her frantic with need tonight.

“I need to take a shower,” I whisper. I shrug off my clothes and walk away.

I run the shower, a groan rumbling in my chest as the cold water falls on my skin. Soft hands curl around my waist from behind, followed by the pressing of soft breasts on my back.

“Cristo, amore.” I spin around. She’s naked. Her body wet. Her nipples hard.

Fuck making her need me when I’m dying to have her. I grab her jaw and claim her lips, kissing her like my life depends on it. She tastes good and her lips are so soft that I devour them.

She moans into my mouth, reaching for my dick and stroking it.

With one hand exploring her body, I part her thighs with the other and circle her clit. Her body tenses, her breath raspier than before. “You drive me fucking insane, amore.”

She presses her chest against mine. “Then fuck me.”

That’s it. That one command is all it takes for me to lose my damn mind. She curls her legs around my hips as I lift her from the floor, her back against the wall.

My dick presses against her entrance and I slide into her, sucking her nipples and teasing them, as I thrust in and out of her.

One hand wraps around my neck, the other gripping my hair as I kiss and bite her everywhere—her neck, her shoulders. Every fucking part of her I can find.

She tenses around me, her grip tighter and her moan louder. “Vincent… Vincent…”

And there it was.

Her orgasm rips through her with the force of a tornado, her body convulsing violently. I feel like I’m about to explode, and it takes only a few more seconds of ramming inside her before I jerk and come inside her.

She buries her face in the crook of my neck as she catches her breath. “That was hot,” she says, panting.

I begin to harden inside her again. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk when tonight is over.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Isabella

On Saturday morning, I find myself sitting in the backseat of an S.U.V with Jane and Elena sitting on either of my sides. We’re on our way to my first prenatal appointment, and despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach, I can't help but feel grateful for the support of these two strong women by my side.

I’m not sure how I would have handled all of this if they weren’t as nice to me as they are right now.

As we pull up to the clinic, I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Elena asks, smiling at me like I imagine my ana would be smiling if she knew she was about to be a great-grandmother.

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